All the disciples looked at each other in confusion, wondering who this Yuan Siyang was, what he had done, and why Uncle Tong wanted to find him.
As soon as Tong Yan finished her words, the commotion in the crowd in the distance instantly attracted everyone's attention. She looked sideways and saw a figure being thrown out and falling straight into the crowd.
Yuan Siyang hit the ground hard, his face contorted in pain, but when he saw Tong Yan approaching in the distance, he ignored the pain on his body and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Master, uncle, please forgive me. If you forgive me this time, I will never dare to do it again! I just obey orders, it really is none of my business."
How could Tong Yan listen to his sophistry, "You maliciously hurt my sect disciple, causing him to almost die. How can I spare you?"
As he spoke, he chopped off one of his arms, disabled his left hand, and then stepped on his chest. If you listen carefully, you can hear several bones breaking.
By the time Tong Yan stopped, he was already vomiting blood and couldn't hold it in anymore and fainted.
The people present were stunned by her ferocious side, and no one said a word for a long time, until the three of them left the stage, and suddenly there were screams behind them!
"Damn it, Uncle Tong is so fucking cool! I want to take her as my disciple!"
"Get lost! She is my future master!"
There were also a few voices mixed in, "Uncle Master, wait for me, I want to practice double cultivation with you. I hope you don't appreciate it!!"
Then this person was immediately knocked to the ground by the disciples around him, "Bah! You are worthy too. Even if my uncle wanted to practice dual cultivation, he would still choose me. Who do you think is better?"
The people who followed him were also stepped on collectively, "Bah, who do you think you are?"
"Pooh!"
“Bah bah bah!!”
The Mosha Sect places more emphasis on strength, but it is just a matter of abolishing a few erring disciples. It doesn't matter at all. None of these disciples has blood on their hands.
Therefore, the cruelty, inhumanity and cruelty shown by Tong Yan just now attracted more and more fanatical admiration and pursuit from his disciples.
Repaying evil with kindness has never been in the understanding of demon cultivators.
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Chai Ming was deposed, and Chai Sheng lost to Tong Yan. Countless disciples saw it with their own eyes, and the news spread to everyone within a quarter of an hour.
No one mentioned what happened to the Chai family who lost. Everyone only knew that the direct family member Tong Yan punished the opponent, beat Chai Sheng violently, and drifted away after winning a great victory.
Chai Sheng joined the Mocha Sect since he was a child and has already accumulated prestige for a long time. In the eyes of the disciples of the sect, he is the ceiling of strength for contemporary people. Who would have thought that a childish talk would appear and snatch what he thought was his bag?
As a direct disciple, he defeated him in the sect competition. In the end, he was also in the Golden Core realm and beat him all over the place.
They used to awe and worship Chai Sheng, but after this battle, their admiration and aura will all shift and fall doubly on Tong Yan.
Everyone sighed, the direct line was indeed worthy of being the direct line, they were invincible in defeating all the sects, they showed their sharpness and were not arrogant, their young sect leader did not miss it!
Since the entire sect knew about this, there was no need for Tong Yan to go out of his way to tell Yang Qi and his master that the revenge had been avenged. Most of the disciples came to 'visit' with gifts. The rumors made Master Tong furious.
What does the person look like.
Along the way, I would like to spread the word about Uncle Tong's heroic appearance at that time, how powerful and domineering he was, and how he beat the Chai family to a pulp.
Yang Qi and his master heard the same words at least twenty times on the first day, and could barely recite the contents word for word.
In the next few days, the small courtyard would receive a bunch of people every day who came to care about Yang Qi's injury on the basis of friendship. None of these people came to the house empty-handed.
Although Master Yang was extremely annoyed, he took all the gifts in because of the pile of gifts and let Yang Qi deal with them for a while, then asked him to go out on the grounds of delaying his recovery.
Yang Qi, who was looked at like a monkey every day, was tortured both physically and mentally and suffered unspeakably, but he also knew the master's intentions and was grateful to him for not abandoning him after he was seriously injured, but for doing his best to heal himself.
So even though I felt a little uncomfortable, I still gritted my teeth and insisted on meeting these classmates who had their own concerns.
After clocking in for several days without encountering Tong Yan, these opportunistic disciples finally stopped doing these tricks, and later found themselves giving away many valuable things in order to establish a relationship with Yang Qi.
After spending money and not getting anything done, I suddenly felt very sad and heartbroken.
When the small courtyard returned to its usual peace, the sect competition was quietly approaching. It should be said that it was precisely because the sect competition was approaching that these disciples were busy preparing for the competition and had no time to come and check out the spots.
And I don’t know who revealed the news that Uncle Tong would serve as the referee in the competition, so after Yang Qi couldn’t find anyone here, all the disciples pinned their hopes on the sect competition.
Gradually no one came to Yang Qi's place.
But what they never expected was that on the day before the competition, Tong Yan stepped in here very quietly.
Because of Tong Yan's elixirs and spiritual stones, Master Yang Qi could easily meet Yang Qi's herbal requirements for treating injuries. After half a month, Yang Qi could already sit up.
Not long after she sat down, another person came into the small courtyard. As soon as she entered the room, she looked at Tong Yan opposite Yang Qi and stared at each other for a moment.
Yang Qi hurriedly called people in, and introduced Tong Yan by the way: "Junior brother He, come in quickly, uncle, he is a friend I met before, his name is He Zhaoyu."
He Zhaoyu came in and greeted Tong Yan politely. His eyes were a little excited, but he restrained himself well and did not show it too much.
Tong Yan nodded slightly. She just looked at He Zhaoyu and was stunned because she thought his face looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.
After He Zhaoyu sat down, he talked to Yang Qi at one point or another, but his eyes peeked at Tong Yan from time to time, as if he wanted to talk to her, but didn't dare to step forward for some reason.
Thinking that they must be uncomfortable here, after the visit, Tong Yan stood up and left, saying that he would go back and prepare for tomorrow's competition.
Yang Qi also knew that she was serving as the referee's uncle, so he did not say anything to persuade her to stay. Moreover, with Tong Yan gone, he could talk to Junior Brother He about training again.
But he never expected that not long after Tong Yan walked out, He Zhaoyu, who was chatting passionately with him, would also leave.
Yang Qi lay on the bed feeling dejected. Sure enough, Master Tong was more attractive. Everyone cared about him just to get close to Master Tong, including Junior Brother He who had known him for nearly two years and had similar interests! Weeping miserably!
Tong Yan, who came out first, had just walked a few steps when he picked up a piece of jade on the road. On the beautifully carved jade surface, there was a word for omen engraved on it.
Before she could think of anything, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.
Turning around and looking, it was He Zhaoyu who was supposed to be chatting with Yang Qi. He looked anxious, sweating on his head, lowered his head and searched around on the ground, as if he was looking for something.
Recalling that this person's name seemed to be He Zhaoyu, and the jade she picked up also had the word " Zhao" on it, she held the jade in her hand and asked him: "What are you looking for?"
He Zhaoyu seemed to have just seen her. He frowned and walked over to her with worry, and apologized to her and said, "Uncle Tong, how are you? It was a disciple who dropped a piece of jade on the way here. It was a relic left by my mother. I usually go out when I go out."
I have been carrying it close to me, but now that I have lost it, I feel anxious and annoyed, so I didn’t see my uncle here for a moment. Please forgive me for my rudeness."
"What does that jade look like?" Tong Yan asked.
He Zhaoyu: "Light green, with Qingluan engraved on it and the word Zhao."
The characteristics were exactly the same as the one she picked up. After confirming the owner, Tong Yan held the jade hand and stretched it out in front of her, "This is it."
Sure enough, He Zhaoyu took the jade pendant in surprise and expressed gratitude again and again, "Thank you, Uncle Tong. If the jade pendant was lost, I would not be able to see my mother again."
Tong Yan smiled and said nothing, turned around and left.
After a long time, He Zhaoyu also turned and left, stroking the jade face with his fingertips. The smile on the corner of his mouth was unclear, and his eyes were dim and difficult to distinguish under his broken hair.
Tong Yan, he seemed to call her Sister Yan. She should be his Sister Yan, but it's a pity that she was snatched away by that bastard.